Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.